Everywhere a Napoleonic will to conquer--but everywhere also an implied admission of the almost invulnerable strength of his enemy.
"I'm physically tired," said he, on the first day of his arrival, spreading his large frame luxuriously among the cushions of Mrs.Oldrieve's chintz-covered Chesterfield.

"I'm tired for the only time in my life.

I wanted you," he added, with one of his quick, piercing looks.

"It's a curious thing, but I've kept saying to myself for the last month, 'If I could only come into Zora Middlemist's presence and drink in some of her vitality, I should be a new man.' I've never wanted a human being before.
It's strange, isn't it ?" Zora came up to him, tea in hand, a pleasant smile on her face.
"The Nunsmere air will rest you," she said demurely.
"I don't think much of the air if you're not in it.

It's like whiskey-less soda water." He drew a long breath.